Tuesday, May 08, 2012

One day left of flying without a co-pilot

One more day.

I've come over all domestic and wifely. Well sort of. Yesterday I folded and put away 25 pounds of laundry, stuff that has been sitting in baskets, on top of the machines, for at least three months. Wierd. Why now? I guess I am fairly sure we're staying. Might as well move in....

Should I be out partying to celebrate my last day of being a single woman? Oh yea. I can't. No one will be here to take care of the kids. Which reminds me of some of the things I will be able to do, things I've almost forgotten were possible, once there is another adult in the house:

Not cook dinner
Take a walk at any given time of day even if it's 5 a.m. or nine p.m.
Go for a three-hour mountain bike ride on a Saturday instead of going to soccer.
Not cook dinner
Not build a fire
Not feed the horses.
Not feed the dog.
Not read a book to the kids even when I'm so tired I'm cross eyed.
Not put the kids to bed
Not even be home at dinner time.
Take a bike ride instead of eating dinner.
Not be home at bedtime.
Go to a book signing at our local independent bookstore every Saturday night.
Play ice hockey at 10 p.m.
Not bring the kids to school in the morning once in a while.
Not pick the kids up after school once in a while.
Not get out of bed once in a while.
Go to bed before dinner once in a while.
Not drive once in a while.
Ride in the passenger seat.
Ride in the passenger seat.
Ride in the passenger seat.

Oh yea, have someone to hold onto when I sleep.

And, thanks Anna, write a book proposal and start pulling together my long-dreamed of, much procrastinated book about our journey to France, and back.

That's all I can think of for now. I'm strangely tired and also strangely apathetic, and totally frustrated because it would seem there isn't a single hotel room available in all of the greater Boston area tomorrow night. We were hoping to stay the night and take the kids to the Aquarium or science museum in the morning. Graduation season interferes.

Ian's flight comes in at 6:30. By the time he gets through baggage and customs, he apparently has another interview at the airport before they let him through-- gale-force sigh-- it will probably be 7:30. 8:00 maybe. We live almost four hours from Boston. Completely doable, but painful. I will have to drive because Ian' will be jet-lagged, on the wrong time, incapacitated until he gets some sleep.

21 comments:

I've tried it but to be honest I can't tell if it worked or not. I didn't feel tired or super energetic...just normal I guess. Since I wasn't feeling tired I guess it did work?? Anyhoot, I'll be at Logan tomorrow too picking up my mom at 6pm. So weird...small world. I hope all goes well with the hubster.

OMG, I'm so excited for you Betsy!!! Today is the day. TODAY IS THE DAY. I can't imagine the feelings you and the kids must be experiencing. Can't wait to hear your recap and see some amazing homecoming pictures.

My god that took FOREVER. I'm SO GLAD that the day is nearly here, however, and you will be able to put the ordeal behind you. Kudos for hanging on so strong, and bon courage as you all re-adjust to one another's presence.

One more sleep... one more sleep... one more sleep. So glad for you. You've made us, well me anyway, appreciate what was here all along... have a wonderful day and weekend, h-e-l-l-o breakfast in bed on Mother's Day.

Betsy - I use the 5-hour energy shots every now and then, and I think they definitely work ... no jitters, just clear headed and not tired.

If you don't get a room in Boston, I would definitely suggest one, but I think you may have that initial endorphine rush from seeing Ian that you might not even need it ... then again you may have such a feeling of relief that all you want to do is sleep ... I hope you can find something in Boston ... would be so much better if you could all just enjoy your reunion and get a good's night's sleep without that long drive home at night. ;)

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This is where I write about being human and raising little humans and... oh the humanity. Oh yes, and returning to Vermont, after living in France. I'm taking reentry one day at a time with my eyes always fixed on the horizon.